What's That Noise Book Novels & Stories

Then it grows louder, sharper, like the subtle pressure of a storm gathering in the distance. I glance up from the stack of papers I’ve been half-heartedly flicking through for the past hour. It's not the type of noise that fits with the usual rhythm of the house, the soft shuffle of pack members and staff, the hum of distant conversations or the muted clink of dishes being cleaned. No, this sound is different. It's out of place.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.

"Teth Nyras" His head hurt, it felt like his ear drums would start to bleed but he couldn't stop the voices. Little by little a lone voice, a voice just like his spoke clearly through the noise, "Find the book" Noah shot off the table with a start, startling Mama who was right beside him. He was screaming, crying. Blood mixed with saliva flying everywhere, tears and gore rolled down his face in a sickening mask. "Find the book. He told me to find the book." Noah shrieked

Then came the sound I had been dreading. Rip. The sound of paper tearing was deafening in the quiet room. Then the rustling of pages flipping. We stayed in an uncomfortable, suffocating silence. I could hear him reading, the slight intake of his breath, the sound of a page turning. Every second felt like an hour. I was waiting for the explosion. I was waiting for the shouting. Then he dropped it.

He commanded. The creaking against the wall grew stronger, at the same time it felt as if the veins across the book was glowing, pulsing and alive. The sound grew increasingly louder, it was coming from behind the shelf. Then everything suddenly went eerily quiet. My pulse slowed, my hand still wrapped around khyrix's who possessed the terrifying calm of someone who knew they were the apex predator. Crack. I hadn't registered the sound yet before the books on the shelf came tumbling down in a horrifying mess.

POV: Viggo The beast is always hungry. It lives in the back of my throat. It tastes of copper and ash. But lately, it is not just hunger. It is noise. The Noise is a physical pressure. A thousand bees swarming inside my skull. It is the sound of metal grinding on bone. It is the screams of men I killed five years ago, echoing in a loop that never stops. Kill, the static whispers. Break. Tear. Run. I walked down the barracks hallway. My hands pressed over my ears until the cartilage popped. It did not help. The noise was inside. My skin felt too tight for my body—like clothes that had shrunk in the wash. My blood was hot oil, bubbling under the surface.

It was filled with thick books with different sizes, but some are notebooks and photo albums displayed with some cute decorations that mostly were handmades. But as I take books from there places, I accidentally pushed the music box where a carousel was attached at the top of it. The bookshelf was high and so does the area where the music box was placed. This causes it to shatter into big pieces when it fell on the floor which causes a loud noise that lingered through the every corner of the silent room.

In the middle of the room was a book on a pedestal and that was not there a few seconds ago. ‘Hi Moon’ I try, hoping that I am not in some mental institute but I get no response from her. What the hell is wrong with me, she can’t be my go to, to check if everything is normal. She’s a fucking voice in my head. “Hello” I say out loud. “Hello” I try screaming but it is dead silent. Maybe I am dreaming… yes, life has been so stressful recently and that is what is happening but that book keeps on grabbing my attention.

They whispered more jealousy and envy related nonsense. Voices echoed in her brain over and over again. Her book’s voice only added to the deafening echo. ”Hm? You can’t be done in already? Just activate your power and you’ll be okay.” When Nozomi did not respond, her book continued. “Hey. Can you hear me? Hey. Try to focus on my voice. All you have to do is activate your spell.“ Nozomi hugged her head and clenched her jaw hard. Her head was splitting apart. Her chest tightened. Her body hurt from her physical ailments. Her consciousness continued to fade despite how hard she tried to stay awake.

Rearranging the books, I found a small brown book wedged behind them, but it didn’t have a title or seem to belong to the library. While putting the library books up, I took the unmarked book and opened the cover to see if something was inside to help me figure out where the book went. The cover had nothing, so I flipped the page and saw it was a journal. The handwriting looked familiar as if I had seen it before. Flipping the pages, I skimmed the contents and saw that it discussed microchips. It was also about changed wolves. I took the book to the loft to find out if it was related to the same thing I wanted to create.